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The argent orb shone high and bright in the dark tapestry of sky and stars. Long silvery fingers of moonlight illuminated the flowering valley and the fur of every feline gathered amidst the grass. Battle-scarred warrior toms and she-cats of all four clans mingled idly as they waited for their leaders to begin the gathering, whilst apprentices scampered about gleefully, bragging about their skills to other clan cats. A few other odd creatures sat sniffing the summer air, some of them shifting back and forth between their spirit and cat forms impatiently.
"Falconstrike when will Smokestar start the gathering? Its hot," squawked a small eagle. The brown tabby named Falconstrike peered at his new apprentice.
"Patience Windpaw, they will begin when they are ready," he said. The eagle swiftly transformed into a chocolate brown tabby and nodded sheepishly. Beside him his siblings Harmonypaw and Crookedpaw, and some of his denmates Blossompaw and Soulpaw, listened to some RainClan apprentices who were telling an exciting tale.
"-So I dashed out of the bushes and BAM, cuffed him right on the nose, and he ran off scared!" exclaimed a grey tom.
"It wasn't like that Bladepaw," scoffed a golden tabby, rolling her dark blue eyes. "That rogue had you pinned, and Crowshard had to come and rescue you."
Bladepaw glared at his sister.
"I didn't need rescuing Dreaming Scarlet!" he hissed at the golden she-cat.
"Sure you didn't," laughed a black and white she-cat called Pandapaw. The others all joined in the laughter.
Further from the apprentices sat a large group of warriors of EclipseClan, WhisperClan, NightClan and RainClan. The newly named deputy of NightClan was speaking.
"The rogues seem to be scouting out all our territories, we have found traces of them on our land also," said Treestorm.
"We have also scented them on our land, in fact they stole a few pieces of our territory after they ambushed us," said Firesoul, the deputy of WhisperClan, in the form of a great golden lion. Some of his clanmates, Leaffur, Skysong, Thunderspark and Silverstorm, murmered as if to confirm this.
"We are expecting an attack from them at the WhisperClan camp any day now," said Angelwing of EclipseClan.
"Crimson already attacked our scouting patrol to our old camp, and sadly she killed a few of our warriors.."
"May Leopardfire rest in peace," whispered Hollywhisker, the black she-cat who was his mate. The others nodded solemnly.
"We plan to gather an attack force and meet them out in the forest, so that our camp is not ravaged in the assault," said Leaffur, nodding to her deputy Firesoul, who nodded back as confirmation of this plan.
"When they come, we will come and ambush them from behind, so they will be trapped," said Squirrelfur, her golden scales glittering in her dragon form. The RainClan cats looked at their deputy and nodded determinedly.
"We will drive the rogues away; we must. If the great Spottedstar could defeat Fang's pack all those many moons ago, with a smaller Clan than we have now, then we should be able to too. It will cost lives, but that is the sacrifice of freedom," barked Silverlilly, in the form of a grey wolf.
A sharp howl from the broken remains of the Great Stone made everyone quieten. The howl was followed up with another, lower howl, then a yowl, a loud neighing accompanied with hooves crashing on stone, and lastly a bone-chilling roar that silenced every warrior, queen, apprentice and elder of every Clan instantly. The crowd all formed back into their natural cat forms and waited for the meeting to begin.
On the shattered stone stood five figures: Emberstar of NightClan, as a huge black wolf with flames running along her spine, red eyes scanning the clearing; Wolfstar of EclipseClan, as a scarred, large grey wolf with a solid frame and deep, intelligent eyes; Smokestar of WhisperClan, as a lithe but muscled clouded leopard with piercing but kind green eyes; Dapplestar of RainClan, as a giant, patched clydesdale horse, her hooves clattering against the stone under her feet at every step she made; and Running Water of the Guardians of the Sky, one of the only tribe cats present at the gathering, in the form of a huge blue water dragon.
"Cats of all Clans and tribes, here we are gathered at the Valley of Peace at the full moon, under the truce that StarClan placed," began Wolfstar. "As you all know, there is a threat currently in this forest that ignores this truce, the rogues of the Pack of Fang."
The mention of the rogues sent chills down the spines of the cats gathered. A few yowled insults.
"Murderers!" "Scoundrels!" "Foxdungs! We'll run them out!"
Emberstar barked, the flames on her fur flaring briefly.
"Quiet! We have little time. They may already be watching, they can attack at any moment of any day, they could-" she was interrupted by an apprentice's cry.
"LOOK!" yowled Eaglepaw, staring up at the sky. A crowd of eyes followed his gaze and a stream of gasps erupted.
The moon was not the only circle of light in the sky now. A great ball of fire was visible, and growing larger as every second passed by.
A meteor.
It was hurling toward them at a speed that they could not imagine, burning in the atmosphere as it came closer to them. The light was blinding, and the heat scorching. Panic ensued.
"What is it?"
"Its getting closer!"
"WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!"
Screaming came from everywhere. Apprentices ran about in blind panic, warriors yowled in fear, elders shivered in fright; only a few wise cats sadly exchanged glances and calmly accepted their impending fate.
The five leaders of the forest were among the calm.
Running Water attempted to quieten the panicking crowd as the Clan leaders spoke among themselves.
"It seems our plans have come to nothing," said Dapplestar. Smokestar squinted at the meteorite hurtling ever closer to them, about to end them at any moment.
"We are going to die, aren't we?" he murmered. The others nodded solemnly.
"All the squabbles between our Clans suddenly seem so futile," sighed Emberlight.
"There is little time. Let the past be forgiven, and let us be with our loved ones. It was a pleasure to live by you, if not always then for our peaceful times. We will meet again in StarClan," concluded Wolfstar as he bounded off to be with his mate, his offspring, and his clanmates. The other leaders did the same. Running Water soared away to his camp, where his tribe waited.
The great meteor blazed ever closer, and soon cats simply stopped moving or speaking and huddled together in fear with their loved ones, waiting for the inevitable. They did not know if they would make it to StarClan, and this frightened them all the more.
As the frenzy of terror took hold of every cat's heart, one little mute apprentice peered at her white-furred mother Frostface. Morphing into her spirit form, a pine marten, so she could speak, Harmonypaw uttered the last sentence ever to be heard in their forest.
"Why didn't StarClan warn us?"
The earth exploded in a storm of dirt, rock and flames. The inferno was incredible, and the noise deafening.
The whole forest had been obliterated by the force of the meteorite, which had exploded on impact. All that remained was a gargantuan crater and a few pulverised trees on the outskirts of the great circular scar on the earth's surface.
Silence took hold. The moon continued its apathetic shining.
The Clans were gone. The Tribe was gone. The Pack was gone. It was the end of life in the forest.
"Falconstrike when will Smokestar start the gathering? Its hot," squawked a small eagle. The brown tabby named Falconstrike peered at his new apprentice.
"Patience Windpaw, they will begin when they are ready," he said. The eagle swiftly transformed into a chocolate brown tabby and nodded sheepishly. Beside him his siblings Harmonypaw and Crookedpaw, and some of his denmates Blossompaw and Soulpaw, listened to some RainClan apprentices who were telling an exciting tale.
"-So I dashed out of the bushes and BAM, cuffed him right on the nose, and he ran off scared!" exclaimed a grey tom.
"It wasn't like that Bladepaw," scoffed a golden tabby, rolling her dark blue eyes. "That rogue had you pinned, and Crowshard had to come and rescue you."
Bladepaw glared at his sister.
"I didn't need rescuing Dreaming Scarlet!" he hissed at the golden she-cat.
"Sure you didn't," laughed a black and white she-cat called Pandapaw. The others all joined in the laughter.
Further from the apprentices sat a large group of warriors of EclipseClan, WhisperClan, NightClan and RainClan. The newly named deputy of NightClan was speaking.
"The rogues seem to be scouting out all our territories, we have found traces of them on our land also," said Treestorm.
"We have also scented them on our land, in fact they stole a few pieces of our territory after they ambushed us," said Firesoul, the deputy of WhisperClan, in the form of a great golden lion. Some of his clanmates, Leaffur, Skysong, Thunderspark and Silverstorm, murmered as if to confirm this.
"We are expecting an attack from them at the WhisperClan camp any day now," said Angelwing of EclipseClan.
"Crimson already attacked our scouting patrol to our old camp, and sadly she killed a few of our warriors.."
"May Leopardfire rest in peace," whispered Hollywhisker, the black she-cat who was his mate. The others nodded solemnly.
"We plan to gather an attack force and meet them out in the forest, so that our camp is not ravaged in the assault," said Leaffur, nodding to her deputy Firesoul, who nodded back as confirmation of this plan.
"When they come, we will come and ambush them from behind, so they will be trapped," said Squirrelfur, her golden scales glittering in her dragon form. The RainClan cats looked at their deputy and nodded determinedly.
"We will drive the rogues away; we must. If the great Spottedstar could defeat Fang's pack all those many moons ago, with a smaller Clan than we have now, then we should be able to too. It will cost lives, but that is the sacrifice of freedom," barked Silverlilly, in the form of a grey wolf.
A sharp howl from the broken remains of the Great Stone made everyone quieten. The howl was followed up with another, lower howl, then a yowl, a loud neighing accompanied with hooves crashing on stone, and lastly a bone-chilling roar that silenced every warrior, queen, apprentice and elder of every Clan instantly. The crowd all formed back into their natural cat forms and waited for the meeting to begin.
On the shattered stone stood five figures: Emberstar of NightClan, as a huge black wolf with flames running along her spine, red eyes scanning the clearing; Wolfstar of EclipseClan, as a scarred, large grey wolf with a solid frame and deep, intelligent eyes; Smokestar of WhisperClan, as a lithe but muscled clouded leopard with piercing but kind green eyes; Dapplestar of RainClan, as a giant, patched clydesdale horse, her hooves clattering against the stone under her feet at every step she made; and Running Water of the Guardians of the Sky, one of the only tribe cats present at the gathering, in the form of a huge blue water dragon.
"Cats of all Clans and tribes, here we are gathered at the Valley of Peace at the full moon, under the truce that StarClan placed," began Wolfstar. "As you all know, there is a threat currently in this forest that ignores this truce, the rogues of the Pack of Fang."
The mention of the rogues sent chills down the spines of the cats gathered. A few yowled insults.
"Murderers!" "Scoundrels!" "Foxdungs! We'll run them out!"
Emberstar barked, the flames on her fur flaring briefly.
"Quiet! We have little time. They may already be watching, they can attack at any moment of any day, they could-" she was interrupted by an apprentice's cry.
"LOOK!" yowled Eaglepaw, staring up at the sky. A crowd of eyes followed his gaze and a stream of gasps erupted.
The moon was not the only circle of light in the sky now. A great ball of fire was visible, and growing larger as every second passed by.
A meteor.
It was hurling toward them at a speed that they could not imagine, burning in the atmosphere as it came closer to them. The light was blinding, and the heat scorching. Panic ensued.
"What is it?"
"Its getting closer!"
"WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!"
Screaming came from everywhere. Apprentices ran about in blind panic, warriors yowled in fear, elders shivered in fright; only a few wise cats sadly exchanged glances and calmly accepted their impending fate.
The five leaders of the forest were among the calm.
Running Water attempted to quieten the panicking crowd as the Clan leaders spoke among themselves.
"It seems our plans have come to nothing," said Dapplestar. Smokestar squinted at the meteorite hurtling ever closer to them, about to end them at any moment.
"We are going to die, aren't we?" he murmered. The others nodded solemnly.
"All the squabbles between our Clans suddenly seem so futile," sighed Emberlight.
"There is little time. Let the past be forgiven, and let us be with our loved ones. It was a pleasure to live by you, if not always then for our peaceful times. We will meet again in StarClan," concluded Wolfstar as he bounded off to be with his mate, his offspring, and his clanmates. The other leaders did the same. Running Water soared away to his camp, where his tribe waited.
The great meteor blazed ever closer, and soon cats simply stopped moving or speaking and huddled together in fear with their loved ones, waiting for the inevitable. They did not know if they would make it to StarClan, and this frightened them all the more.
As the frenzy of terror took hold of every cat's heart, one little mute apprentice peered at her white-furred mother Frostface. Morphing into her spirit form, a pine marten, so she could speak, Harmonypaw uttered the last sentence ever to be heard in their forest.
"Why didn't StarClan warn us?"
The earth exploded in a storm of dirt, rock and flames. The inferno was incredible, and the noise deafening.
The whole forest had been obliterated by the force of the meteorite, which had exploded on impact. All that remained was a gargantuan crater and a few pulverised trees on the outskirts of the great circular scar on the earth's surface.
Silence took hold. The moon continued its apathetic shining.
The Clans were gone. The Tribe was gone. The Pack was gone. It was the end of life in the forest.
